A dark cloud cry

On a day like today,
I look into the sky,
I saw the sun's bright rays,
And a dark cloud cry.

White clouds dancing with joy,
Rainbows singing in mirth,
The dark cloud didn't enjoy,
Much has changed since his birth.

He remember the days where he used to smile,
He remember the days where he used to laugh,
But those days are far back, lagging by miles,
Now all he ever get is his heart in half.

The dark cloud has many friends,
Friends that care and meet his ends,
His laughs and smiles, some are pretends,
He acts like he's the perfect man.

Though his exterior is big and ruthless,
He knows very well it's a losing war,
For all men share a similar weakness,
Their feelings and thought will set them afar.

Why cloud why? Why are you crying so much?
Was it love or hate or jealousy's crush?
Refusal to disclose but I felt his touch,
He's hurt, not ready, but there's no need to rush.

On a day like today,
I look into the sky,
I saw the sun's bright rays,
And a dark cloud cry.

There's happiness in every gay

And there's gayness in every happy man :D

Holy Crap

Long time ago, an angel shitted. This shit is one of a kind. The texture is not too hard not too soft. It's not too smelly yet it has the distinctive smell of shit. It's not too yellow, not too dark brown. It's neither too moist nor too dry. The thickness is average and the length blends with its girth perfectly. This was indeed, the most perfect piece of shit ever created. After the angel shitted, he realized the shit was too perfect to be flushed, and so he presented it to the council of holiness, where all the greatest angels meet. They too agree that this shit was the most perfect shit ever made. One cannot have too much fibre and must eat the exact right materials to create such a magnificent shit. And so the council decided to protect this shit at all cost, so that future generations can also enjoy the greatness of this shit.

However, one day an angel accidentally opened the lever and the shit dropped into earth. Mr. Dickinson Visionary, the father of Dictionary, was walking by the gardens when suddenly *PLOOP*. He yelled HOLY CRAP! And from that day on, this phrase is famous for all of mankind.

The end